A guy walked into a small drugstore one afternoon, trying to look casual.

He wandered around for a moment, pretending to browse the shelves, then finally stepped up to the counter.

The young woman working there smiled politely and asked, “Can I help you?”

He cleared his throat and said quietly, “Yeah… I need to buy some condoms.”

“Of course,” she said, completely professional. “What size?”

The man blinked. “Size?”

“Yes,” she replied. “Small, medium, large… that sort of thing.”

He scratched his head, suddenly embarrassed. “Honestly, I don’t know.”

The girl thought for a second, then held up one finger.

“About this big?”

The man shook his head. “Bigger.”

She held up three fingers.

“This big?”

He hesitated. “Smaller.”

She held up two fingers.

The man looked relieved and pointed. “Yes. That’s it.”

The cashier nodded seriously.

Then she put the two fingers in her mouth for a moment, pulled them out, and said:

“Medium.”